Page 31 of Boss Agreement

So did I. All the walls I’ve ever had feel like they’re crumbling. The strict lessons on etiquette. The necessity of standing apart from the rest of the world. The ability to use logic and ignore emotion.

They’re just all… gone. In a kiss.

My lips whisper over her throat, and my hands are desperate to find bare skin to touch. But she pushes away, gasping as she stands up. “We should go home,” she gets out between breaths.

That’s when I remember that we’re on a bench in a popular park. Not in a hidden corner of the world. Not somewhere that I should forget the world.

But damn it, I want to. For a half-second, I almost give into the desires, but then I grin. “Yeah, that’d probably be best. Though I’m not really looking forward to a forty-five minute bus ride right now.”

Addison just shakes her head. “We’re catching a cab. I’m not ready to be this turned on for forty-five minutes in public.”

That’s still a thirty-minute ride. And for just a moment, I really wish I had access to my money and my driver. Because we’d be in the back of my limo in two minutes, and then there wouldn’t be anything stopping us.

Twenty-Four

ADDISON

His hand runsover my thigh, and it makes me shiver. Phillip is the epitome of a terrible decision, but right now, I don’t care. The way it felt to kiss him. The way he looks at me as though I’m the most important thing in the room. His touch on my bare skin.

It all just makes me melt. I’ve been fighting my desires since the moment I met him in that motel lobby, and anyone with any sense would have known that being around him this long was a losing battle.

But how do you push away a man that you can’t find any real flaws in? Unless you count him not knowing how to make coffee. And that he lives on my couch.

I can see my apartment building down the street, and as Phillip’s hand moves higher up my thigh, his fingers tightening, it takes everything in me not to moan. When I look at him, he’s watching me, the same way he watched me in the motel room.

Then his lips move to my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and he whispers, “I’ve never been this desperate for anyone.”

Logical me wants to tell him that’s a lie. I’m just some girl. He’s a billionaire. He’s ten years older than me. There’s no way that he wants me more than anyone else he’s ever known.

But those eyes tell me I’m wrong.

“Why?” I whisper back.

Without any hesitation, he says, “Because you make me feel more alive than I can remember. Plus, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

This cab cannot drive any slower. I feel like I’m going to explode before we even get to the apartment. My ex never made me feel anything like this. His words didn’t make my body quiver. His kisses didn’t make the world feel like it was shattering.

And his touch on my leg definitely did not make me question how I was supposed to keep from begging him to keep going in front of a cab driver.

I put my hand on his thigh, my fingers tightening around the cashmere of his slacks. There’s an oddity, a bulge far lower down his thigh than I’d expected, and my eyes open wide as I realize what it is.

The corners of Phillip's lips twist up just the slightest, and he lets out of a soft breath of relief. I know that I’m not mistaken. Normal Addison would pull her hand away and maybe rethink this whole idea, but normal Addison is being held hostage by an absolute slut.

With slutty Addison at the wheel, I smile as I slowly rub his enormous bulge through his pants. He gasps a little, and I catch the cab driver glancing back at us. I should be bothered that a complete stranger can see me fondling my boss’s cock, but I’m not.

I doubt anything would bother me at this point. Other than how freaking slow this cab is moving.

Leaning toward Phillip, my lips graze his neck, and I whisper, “I wake up fingering myself after fantasizing about you.”

He visibly shivers, but his jaw tightens as though he’s trying to resist doing something. And then the car stops.

“That’ll be thirty-seven fifty,” the cab driver says with a grin, his eyes following my hand on Phillip’s thigh.

I take my hand off Phillip to dig in my purse and pull fifty dollars out, quickly handing it to the driver. “Keep the change,” I say, and in seconds, I’m standing outside the cab with Phillip. I expect to go straight to the apartment, but he moves in front of me, stopping me in my place.

For all the frantic feelings running through me, when he looks down at me, I feel pinned in place. Instead of dragging me up the stairs and throwing me into bed like I’d seen in my mind’s eye, he puts a hand on my cheek, his fingers entwining themselves in my hair.

His thumb presses against my cheek ever so lightly, as though I’m made of porcelain. At the same time, the fingers in my hair tighten, pulling my head backward as he crushes his lips against mine.

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